Just a little angsty drabble that came from watching Torchwood. The title is from the Stargate SG-1 episode of the same name.
Over and over he dies. Never ceasing, never staying in the peaceful darkness. Forever dragged back to existence.
Faces flash before his eyes. Friends and loves long since gone to dust.
He thinks he understands now. Living a longer life is not better, only sadder.
He hopes he made a difference somehow, if only to one person. One life saved to the many lost.
He sighs, feeling the closeness of another who understands. A long lost friend with a different face.
He has a message to pass on, one that he has kept secret for years.
Then he will rest.